““You man that tiller day and night. Won't you rest?' Ereko lightly laughed the suggestion aside. ‘No, lad. I am so old now that sleeping and waking have melded together into one and I know not which I inhabit.' Watching the lad struggle through that, Ereko shifted course slightly to avoid a looming ice-spire. 'Truly? So old? As old as the mountains?' Ereko raised his brows. ‘Goodness, no. Not that old. Only half so old, I should think.””
